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May 19, 2005

Michele: Who You Gonna Call?

The frightful noises that came from that house could rattle one’s brain. Always the screams and wails and then the dead animals on the porch in the morning.

They held a town meeting and decided to burn the place down.

I told them to just leave it be, stay away. But nobody listens to a 98 year old man. Nobody.

They went in, all torches and pitchforks, like a gang of hillbilly Ghostbusters. Not a one came out. And now the only things left breathing in this town are that house and myself.

Me, I ain’t afraid of no ghosts.

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Comments

Excellent!

Posted by: Sekimori at May 19, 2005 9:29 AM · Permalink

"hillbilly Ghostbusters" - a nice evocative phrase (and that's coming from a hillbilly).

Posted by: Hubris at May 19, 2005 11:02 AM · Permalink